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mandag den 30. juli 2007
A Bard's Tale: Part II - Green Havens
Tolkien's fantastic Middle-Earth is inhabited by all sorts of creatures known from the mythology, but in a sense our real world is no different. We live in a world filled with hateful, cruel and self-loathing orcs and greedy dwarves, all dedicated to the destruction of our green and fertile world. They look like humans all of them, but they have the minds of dark elves; crippled and twisted minds. We live amongst men and hobbits too, though; innocent but weak and miserable creatures, desperately trying to do what is right. Luckily some of them succeed too: here and there we can spot an elf walking amongst us, a person who's mind will - when he or she dies - survive the purifying flames of Hel and return undiminished to our world.
Like in the magic realm of Tolkien, our elves don't thrive and blossom amongst common men, and just like the dark elves shun them, they shun the dark elves, and their scary, unwelcoming and barren cities too. Like all creatures they seek the company of others who are like themselves. "Birds of a feather flock together".
In Tolkien's Middle-Earth the elves sought refuge from the world's decay and corruption in vast forests; dark and dangerous. They built beautiful sanctuaries for themselves, green havens where they could cultivate the beauty of the world, untroubled - at least for a while - by the self-destructive behaviour of men and orcs. The elves amongst us are those who do the same. They refuse to let themselves be soiled by the filth of the modern world, and instead they return from whence we all came, Mother Nature!
So, my dear reader, if You hear the call of the forest, and feel the urge to embrace trees in the wilds rather than lamp-poles in the city, then perhaps You are turning into a finer creature? If You also heed this divine call, of Heaven and Earth, I am sure Your mind is just as beautiful as that of any of Tolkien's fair and noble elves.
Bless You all, beautiful elves. I hope to follow You one day, into the shadows of the old forests.Varg
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Like in the magic realm of Tolkien, our elves don't thrive and blossom amongst common men, and just like the dark elves shun them, they shun the dark elves, and their scary, unwelcoming and barren cities too. Like all creatures they seek the company of others who are like themselves. "Birds of a feather flock together".
In Tolkien's Middle-Earth the elves sought refuge from the world's decay and corruption in vast forests; dark and dangerous. They built beautiful sanctuaries for themselves, green havens where they could cultivate the beauty of the world, untroubled - at least for a while - by the self-destructive behaviour of men and orcs. The elves amongst us are those who do the same. They refuse to let themselves be soiled by the filth of the modern world, and instead they return from whence we all came, Mother Nature!
So, my dear reader, if You hear the call of the forest, and feel the urge to embrace trees in the wilds rather than lamp-poles in the city, then perhaps You are turning into a finer creature? If You also heed this divine call, of Heaven and Earth, I am sure Your mind is just as beautiful as that of any of Tolkien's fair and noble elves.
Bless You all, beautiful elves. I hope to follow You one day, into the shadows of the old forests.Varg
Håndværker - colic-help - skateboard - cambodia - egypt
søndag den 29. juli 2007
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A Bard's Tale: Part I - The Ring Of Andvari
"The Lord Of The Rings" is fascinating book in more than one way. Tolkien's English is fantastic and the story is beautiful, but there is more to it than just that. It is a story based on an ancient Scandinavian myth about a dark elf (i.e. dwarf) called Andvari ("careful thought", "emergency spirit").
One time Andvari swam in a river to catch fish when he saw something shining and sparkling on the river floor; he saw the gold of the river nymphs (i.e. elves). Andvari was even more attached to the river nymphs themselves when he saw them, but they teased him and mocked him for being ugly: his legs were crooked and his skin wrinkled and dark. He swam after them and chased them for a long time, but failed to catch any of them. He became more and more angry and in the end he grabbed their gold instead. The nymphs begged him to return it to them, and when he refused they even offered him carnal pleasures. Andvari just shouted at them: "I want neither You nor Your grace. I renounce love! I swear in front of all the gods that gold and the power it gives me shall be my only love." By the help of magic he crafted a ring from the gold of the nymphs. This magic ring gave him command of all the other dark elves and with it he could make gold nuggets, as many as he wanted - and he made tons of them! He lived like that for a long time, made other dark elves his slaves and filled his many dark caves with gold.
Then one day came Loki ("Lid", "End", "Lock"). He had borrowed the net of Rán ("Robbery"), the goddess of the waves, that she used to catch unfortunate seaman with. He traveled into the dark underground realm of Andvari; through wet tunnels and pitch black labyrinths and shadowy rooms, until he came to a vast cave under the Earth. The ceiling was supported with huge stone pillars and the corners were dark and gloomy. In this huge cave Loki found a large, still pool. He threw Rán's net into the pool and caught Andvari, who had been hiding there. Loki held him by his neck and threatened to kill the dark elf if he didn't give him all his gold. Andvari did, but tried to hide his magic ring from Loki. He failed and Loki demanded that he should give him this ring as well. Andvari begged Loki to let him keep his precious ring, and when he refused Andvari cursed the ring: it would from then on bring death to its owner. Loki laughed at him; he didn't mind have a curse put on the ring because he was not going to keep it anyhow. He would give it, along with the rest of Andvari's treasure, to Hreiðmarr ("Sea Nest") to buy free Óðinn ("Mind", "Thought", "Fury") and Hœnir ("Allure", "Entice"), whom Hreiðmarr held hostage.
The poor Andvari, the Gollum (and indeed Sauron too) of Tolkien's books, is crippled mentally by the rejection of the beautiful river nymphs, and he turns sour. He is completely swallowed up by his hatred for the elves and is thoroughly seduced by the power of wealth.
With the golden ring he holds command over other dark elves because just like him they are enthralled by their lust for gold. He can pay them with gold to serve him. It only works on these dwarves, because only they are sufficiently spiritually weak to be seduced by gold.
With his gold he can always generate more gold, through trade and investment, but not if Loki takes away even his last golden nugget. You need money to make money.
Andvari put a curse not on Loki, but on the gold itself: every man who greedily collects it will suffer an unhappy death.
Everybody who from then on possesses the gold, the cursed ring, is killed. Loki brings it to Hreiðmarr, who is soon killed by his own sons, Regin ("Powers") and Fáfnir ("Embracer"). His sons too are killed brutally. In the end of the story Sigurðr ("Victorious Past") gets the ring, after killing Fáfnir, who has turned himself into a dragon to better protect it, but of course he too must pay with his life. The irrational thirst for gold spells doom for every man. Such is the curse of greed.
Tolkien based his story about "the Hobbit" and "The Lord Of The Rings" on this Scandinavian myth, and of course so did Richard Wagner when he wrote his opera about "The Ring Of The Nibelungen", and perhaps that is all Tolkien wanted to tell us with his books: embrace the true beauty of our world and rid yourself of bare and self-destructive weakness such as greed?! If we don't we will all end up like the cruel self-loathing and cowardly Orcs (i.e. dark elves): not necessarily physically, but spiritually and mentally. Varg
Håndværker - colic-help - skateboard - tsunami - china
One time Andvari swam in a river to catch fish when he saw something shining and sparkling on the river floor; he saw the gold of the river nymphs (i.e. elves). Andvari was even more attached to the river nymphs themselves when he saw them, but they teased him and mocked him for being ugly: his legs were crooked and his skin wrinkled and dark. He swam after them and chased them for a long time, but failed to catch any of them. He became more and more angry and in the end he grabbed their gold instead. The nymphs begged him to return it to them, and when he refused they even offered him carnal pleasures. Andvari just shouted at them: "I want neither You nor Your grace. I renounce love! I swear in front of all the gods that gold and the power it gives me shall be my only love." By the help of magic he crafted a ring from the gold of the nymphs. This magic ring gave him command of all the other dark elves and with it he could make gold nuggets, as many as he wanted - and he made tons of them! He lived like that for a long time, made other dark elves his slaves and filled his many dark caves with gold.
Then one day came Loki ("Lid", "End", "Lock"). He had borrowed the net of Rán ("Robbery"), the goddess of the waves, that she used to catch unfortunate seaman with. He traveled into the dark underground realm of Andvari; through wet tunnels and pitch black labyrinths and shadowy rooms, until he came to a vast cave under the Earth. The ceiling was supported with huge stone pillars and the corners were dark and gloomy. In this huge cave Loki found a large, still pool. He threw Rán's net into the pool and caught Andvari, who had been hiding there. Loki held him by his neck and threatened to kill the dark elf if he didn't give him all his gold. Andvari did, but tried to hide his magic ring from Loki. He failed and Loki demanded that he should give him this ring as well. Andvari begged Loki to let him keep his precious ring, and when he refused Andvari cursed the ring: it would from then on bring death to its owner. Loki laughed at him; he didn't mind have a curse put on the ring because he was not going to keep it anyhow. He would give it, along with the rest of Andvari's treasure, to Hreiðmarr ("Sea Nest") to buy free Óðinn ("Mind", "Thought", "Fury") and Hœnir ("Allure", "Entice"), whom Hreiðmarr held hostage.
The poor Andvari, the Gollum (and indeed Sauron too) of Tolkien's books, is crippled mentally by the rejection of the beautiful river nymphs, and he turns sour. He is completely swallowed up by his hatred for the elves and is thoroughly seduced by the power of wealth.
With the golden ring he holds command over other dark elves because just like him they are enthralled by their lust for gold. He can pay them with gold to serve him. It only works on these dwarves, because only they are sufficiently spiritually weak to be seduced by gold.
With his gold he can always generate more gold, through trade and investment, but not if Loki takes away even his last golden nugget. You need money to make money.
Andvari put a curse not on Loki, but on the gold itself: every man who greedily collects it will suffer an unhappy death.
Everybody who from then on possesses the gold, the cursed ring, is killed. Loki brings it to Hreiðmarr, who is soon killed by his own sons, Regin ("Powers") and Fáfnir ("Embracer"). His sons too are killed brutally. In the end of the story Sigurðr ("Victorious Past") gets the ring, after killing Fáfnir, who has turned himself into a dragon to better protect it, but of course he too must pay with his life. The irrational thirst for gold spells doom for every man. Such is the curse of greed.
Tolkien based his story about "the Hobbit" and "The Lord Of The Rings" on this Scandinavian myth, and of course so did Richard Wagner when he wrote his opera about "The Ring Of The Nibelungen", and perhaps that is all Tolkien wanted to tell us with his books: embrace the true beauty of our world and rid yourself of bare and self-destructive weakness such as greed?! If we don't we will all end up like the cruel self-loathing and cowardly Orcs (i.e. dark elves): not necessarily physically, but spiritually and mentally. Varg
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onsdag den 25. juli 2007
Ásatrú
Ásatrú is neither religion nor atheism. It is a Way of life. Our forefathers never called themselves pagans nor Asatruars. At the time around the imposing of christianity they called it the old way. Meaning unlike the new way- the christian way.
In this century the christian church has made a great effort to make people believe that tolerance was a christian virtue. However you only need to look at history to see that this is quite untrue.
The reason for this shyness towards our intolerance is that intolerance is no longer political correct. Because of modernism the psychological chains of christianity have been loosened. As a consequence people have started to think more natural.
Our old pagan forefathers, like all other Barbarians all over the world, where thinking in the way natural people think - Natural. Unfortunately the chains are not quite broken yet. A 1000 years of turning the other cheek has reduced many people all over the world to thrall souls. Let the Vikings teach you to be natural.
Håndværker - colic-help - skateboard - Lhc - islam
In this century the christian church has made a great effort to make people believe that tolerance was a christian virtue. However you only need to look at history to see that this is quite untrue.
The reason for this shyness towards our intolerance is that intolerance is no longer political correct. Because of modernism the psychological chains of christianity have been loosened. As a consequence people have started to think more natural.
Our old pagan forefathers, like all other Barbarians all over the world, where thinking in the way natural people think - Natural. Unfortunately the chains are not quite broken yet. A 1000 years of turning the other cheek has reduced many people all over the world to thrall souls. Let the Vikings teach you to be natural.
Håndværker - colic-help - skateboard - Lhc - islam
Europe And Europe's Soul
In the ancient times only the Athenians with a property, a piece of land, had the right to vote. In Scandinavia on the other hand a mere property was not enough. Only those who had owned a property for several generations had the right to vote. These properties were called óðal properties. The symbol of such a property was the High Seat of the family's head. This seat was a symbol of the noble peasant's rights and not even the king had the right to violate his rights. We know this seat from the rune sign called oþila, shown below, that is a picture of the High Seat.
This custom is known even from the prehistoric times, when óðal properties were called oþila properties, like the rune sign. Óðal is Norse and derives from Proto-Norse oþila that translates as allodial possession. Those who owned such a property made up the nobility of the ancient society. The modern Scandinavian word noble, adel, derives from Norse óðal, and even today we still call such properties odel properties. Odel naturally derives from Norse óðal too.
The High Seat was placed in the north-eastern corner in the main building on the farm, because the dead were buried north of the farm and because the Sun rose in the east. It was known as ándveget (the spirit way) because the spirits of the dead family members visited the living each High Festival. Pictures of the dead were placed in the high seat, that worked as a portal for the dead.
The óðal property was inextricably linked to the kin. This was the land where the kin's blood had fertilized the soil for generations. This land was nourished by the dead and maintained by the living. The head of the kin didn't have the right to sell the property unless all family members agreed to sell it. They all had the right to veto and the right to purchase the land for a fair price if the kin wanted to sell it. The oldest son always inherited the right to run the farm when the head of the family died, but was not allowed to sit in the High Seat until he had given a promise of loyalty to the rights of the kin and drank the Bragi cup - a toast where he made a promise to the kin.
East of the farms, on hills and mountains, they celebrated the Sun, and by the nearest holy source or river they celebrated the Moon. All the High Festivals were centred around the ancient deities; Sunna (the Sun), Máni (the Moon), Týr, Óðinn, Þórr, Freyja/Freyr, Heimdallr, and so forth. Mother Earth - called Jörðr - was celebrated by the many horgs (ancient stone temples/altars) and other High Festivals took place in the hofs, the great halls of the lords, or in alvesirkler (elf circles), natural circles in the ground.
Apart from the Sun and the Moon the most important deities were Þórr, the god of loyalty, Freyja and Freyr, the goddess and the god of love, Heimdallr, the god of mercy, and Óðinn, the god of war and magic, eloquence and death.
The dead went to Hel, like Baldr and Íðunn did in the mythology, but they also went to Ásgarðr; to Valhalla, Sessrýmnir, Bilskírnir or some other divine dwelling. There is no conflict here, as the individual human being is made up from several beings. When we die the different beings all go to the different realms. When new members of the kin were born they were named after dead relatives. That way the souls of the dead could return to the living from the worlds of the dead, from Hel and Ásgarðr. In modern Scandinavia we say Helvete instead of just Hell (Hel), like they do in English. This term derives from Norse Helvíti, that translates as "visit to Hel". The dead only visits her, and always return to the living when they are reborn in the kin. That is the faith of our forefathers. Death was not a threat, as it only meant a break from life in a divine world; in Hel and Ásgarðr. They could even visit the living once a year, on the Yule-Eve, when they arrived along with Heimdallr (better known as "Santa Claus").
***
The modern man has lost his connection to the soil of his forefathers. The modern man's connection to his forefathers and the gods of his blood is lost too. He travels all across the Earth as a creature with no roots anywhere. He no longer grows his own food, he no longer catches his own fish or meat, he no longer milks the cows or collects eggs, berries, nuts, fruit and sea shells from nature. He no longer builds his own home or buries his own kin. He has lost his respect for nature, for his fatherland and for his kin, but he has gained nothing. The soul of the modern man is dead. He has lost almost everything.
The biggest idols of the modern man are no longer love (Freyja/Freyr), loyalty (Þórr), mercy (Heimdallr), the noble, eloquent and strong man (Óðinn), strength (Magni), the fatherland (the óðal property), courage (Móði), the fertile nature (Jörðr) or any other ancient ideals and idols, but instead he idolizes shallow and fake celebrities or cynical capitalist-pigs who rape Mother Earth and the blood of the people.
Our ancient religion and our European gods are present in our everyday lives even today, though. When I was a kid I grew up in Odinsvei (Óðinn's Lane). If I went to the local grocery store, called Jovi (another name for Jupiter), I could for instance buy a "Freia (Freyja) Chocolate", on a Tuesday (Týr's Day) or any other day of the week, except on Sundays (the day of Sunna, the Sun), because that is a day we still kept holy. If I was angry at somebody I sometimes told them to go to Hel, and when I ate hot dogs I put ketchup on from a bottle of "Idun (Íðunn) Ketchup", and so forth. The names of the gods are still everywhere in our lives. Even after a thousand years of Christianity we are surrounded by our Pagan gods and feel a natural connection to them. We might have lost our soul, but our Pagan blood is still the same.
In the Easter we went skiing in the mountains and brought oranges and eggs filled with candy, symbolizing the Sun and the box of Íðunn respectively. On the Yule Eve even the kids got a glass of (light) beer to drink, because that was a custom (to toast for Óðinn and the dead), although we had forgotten why. On the New Year's Eve we sent rockets to the sky and watched the fireworks, and we dressed up as scary creatures and went from door to door asking for candy (more Freia chocolate), just like our forefathers did in their initial rituals of the Oskorei - although they used fires instead of fireworks. In the summer we burned great fires along the coast, symbolizing Freyja's necklace, and celebrated summer solstice - always trying to build the largest bonfire of them all. The New Year's Day we watched the New Year's ski jumping contest on TV, a custom that derives from the ancient initiation ritual, when Heimdallr had to jump across the fence surrounding Hel to gain access.
I could go on, but You get the point. Officially our culture is Christian, but there is actually nothing Christian about it, and the ancient traditions are still being practiced. We just aren't always aware of it. We no longer know why we do it. It might be different in other European countries, but to some extent we all still practice the ancient religion. The European gods are still there with us, in our heads, but first and foremost in our blood. No amount of brainwash or even thousands of years of religious oppression can change that. A famous Swiss psychiatrist, Jung, spoke about archetypes that would always be there within us, no matter what. A Norwegian author, Bringsværd, spoke of embers that never die, lying beneath the ashes, waiting for somebody to bring dry wood, embers that are always ready to become a sparkling fire again. If we let them.
For a thousand years we have walked away from the gods of our own blood, trying to replace them with some Asian saviour, and his alien Hebrew desert-soul, but at any time we only need to stop to return to living in harmony with our European nature. The gods are still there, within us, waiting patiently for their children to come to their senses, and just like we can never run away from our own shadows we can never run away from our own gods. They are as much a part of us as our physical characteristics. They are our collective soul. Just listen to the voice of our forefathers, the silent whisper of the blood, and embrace our own gods. Return to life. Revive our European soul.
***
I use the Scandinavian names of the deities here, but this applies to all of Europe, not just Scandinavia. The gods are all the same, they are only called by different names in different parts of Europe because we speak different languages. Whether we call the thunderer Donar, Thunor, Taranis, Pjerun, Þórr, Perkuna, Jupiter, Zeus or something else, it is the same European god. All the gods and goddesses are the same. They are our common European deities. They are our European soul.
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This custom is known even from the prehistoric times, when óðal properties were called oþila properties, like the rune sign. Óðal is Norse and derives from Proto-Norse oþila that translates as allodial possession. Those who owned such a property made up the nobility of the ancient society. The modern Scandinavian word noble, adel, derives from Norse óðal, and even today we still call such properties odel properties. Odel naturally derives from Norse óðal too.
The High Seat was placed in the north-eastern corner in the main building on the farm, because the dead were buried north of the farm and because the Sun rose in the east. It was known as ándveget (the spirit way) because the spirits of the dead family members visited the living each High Festival. Pictures of the dead were placed in the high seat, that worked as a portal for the dead.
The óðal property was inextricably linked to the kin. This was the land where the kin's blood had fertilized the soil for generations. This land was nourished by the dead and maintained by the living. The head of the kin didn't have the right to sell the property unless all family members agreed to sell it. They all had the right to veto and the right to purchase the land for a fair price if the kin wanted to sell it. The oldest son always inherited the right to run the farm when the head of the family died, but was not allowed to sit in the High Seat until he had given a promise of loyalty to the rights of the kin and drank the Bragi cup - a toast where he made a promise to the kin.
East of the farms, on hills and mountains, they celebrated the Sun, and by the nearest holy source or river they celebrated the Moon. All the High Festivals were centred around the ancient deities; Sunna (the Sun), Máni (the Moon), Týr, Óðinn, Þórr, Freyja/Freyr, Heimdallr, and so forth. Mother Earth - called Jörðr - was celebrated by the many horgs (ancient stone temples/altars) and other High Festivals took place in the hofs, the great halls of the lords, or in alvesirkler (elf circles), natural circles in the ground.
Apart from the Sun and the Moon the most important deities were Þórr, the god of loyalty, Freyja and Freyr, the goddess and the god of love, Heimdallr, the god of mercy, and Óðinn, the god of war and magic, eloquence and death.
The dead went to Hel, like Baldr and Íðunn did in the mythology, but they also went to Ásgarðr; to Valhalla, Sessrýmnir, Bilskírnir or some other divine dwelling. There is no conflict here, as the individual human being is made up from several beings. When we die the different beings all go to the different realms. When new members of the kin were born they were named after dead relatives. That way the souls of the dead could return to the living from the worlds of the dead, from Hel and Ásgarðr. In modern Scandinavia we say Helvete instead of just Hell (Hel), like they do in English. This term derives from Norse Helvíti, that translates as "visit to Hel". The dead only visits her, and always return to the living when they are reborn in the kin. That is the faith of our forefathers. Death was not a threat, as it only meant a break from life in a divine world; in Hel and Ásgarðr. They could even visit the living once a year, on the Yule-Eve, when they arrived along with Heimdallr (better known as "Santa Claus").
***
The modern man has lost his connection to the soil of his forefathers. The modern man's connection to his forefathers and the gods of his blood is lost too. He travels all across the Earth as a creature with no roots anywhere. He no longer grows his own food, he no longer catches his own fish or meat, he no longer milks the cows or collects eggs, berries, nuts, fruit and sea shells from nature. He no longer builds his own home or buries his own kin. He has lost his respect for nature, for his fatherland and for his kin, but he has gained nothing. The soul of the modern man is dead. He has lost almost everything.
The biggest idols of the modern man are no longer love (Freyja/Freyr), loyalty (Þórr), mercy (Heimdallr), the noble, eloquent and strong man (Óðinn), strength (Magni), the fatherland (the óðal property), courage (Móði), the fertile nature (Jörðr) or any other ancient ideals and idols, but instead he idolizes shallow and fake celebrities or cynical capitalist-pigs who rape Mother Earth and the blood of the people.
Our ancient religion and our European gods are present in our everyday lives even today, though. When I was a kid I grew up in Odinsvei (Óðinn's Lane). If I went to the local grocery store, called Jovi (another name for Jupiter), I could for instance buy a "Freia (Freyja) Chocolate", on a Tuesday (Týr's Day) or any other day of the week, except on Sundays (the day of Sunna, the Sun), because that is a day we still kept holy. If I was angry at somebody I sometimes told them to go to Hel, and when I ate hot dogs I put ketchup on from a bottle of "Idun (Íðunn) Ketchup", and so forth. The names of the gods are still everywhere in our lives. Even after a thousand years of Christianity we are surrounded by our Pagan gods and feel a natural connection to them. We might have lost our soul, but our Pagan blood is still the same.
In the Easter we went skiing in the mountains and brought oranges and eggs filled with candy, symbolizing the Sun and the box of Íðunn respectively. On the Yule Eve even the kids got a glass of (light) beer to drink, because that was a custom (to toast for Óðinn and the dead), although we had forgotten why. On the New Year's Eve we sent rockets to the sky and watched the fireworks, and we dressed up as scary creatures and went from door to door asking for candy (more Freia chocolate), just like our forefathers did in their initial rituals of the Oskorei - although they used fires instead of fireworks. In the summer we burned great fires along the coast, symbolizing Freyja's necklace, and celebrated summer solstice - always trying to build the largest bonfire of them all. The New Year's Day we watched the New Year's ski jumping contest on TV, a custom that derives from the ancient initiation ritual, when Heimdallr had to jump across the fence surrounding Hel to gain access.
I could go on, but You get the point. Officially our culture is Christian, but there is actually nothing Christian about it, and the ancient traditions are still being practiced. We just aren't always aware of it. We no longer know why we do it. It might be different in other European countries, but to some extent we all still practice the ancient religion. The European gods are still there with us, in our heads, but first and foremost in our blood. No amount of brainwash or even thousands of years of religious oppression can change that. A famous Swiss psychiatrist, Jung, spoke about archetypes that would always be there within us, no matter what. A Norwegian author, Bringsværd, spoke of embers that never die, lying beneath the ashes, waiting for somebody to bring dry wood, embers that are always ready to become a sparkling fire again. If we let them.
For a thousand years we have walked away from the gods of our own blood, trying to replace them with some Asian saviour, and his alien Hebrew desert-soul, but at any time we only need to stop to return to living in harmony with our European nature. The gods are still there, within us, waiting patiently for their children to come to their senses, and just like we can never run away from our own shadows we can never run away from our own gods. They are as much a part of us as our physical characteristics. They are our collective soul. Just listen to the voice of our forefathers, the silent whisper of the blood, and embrace our own gods. Return to life. Revive our European soul.
***
I use the Scandinavian names of the deities here, but this applies to all of Europe, not just Scandinavia. The gods are all the same, they are only called by different names in different parts of Europe because we speak different languages. Whether we call the thunderer Donar, Thunor, Taranis, Pjerun, Þórr, Perkuna, Jupiter, Zeus or something else, it is the same European god. All the gods and goddesses are the same. They are our common European deities. They are our European soul.
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